Submit. Obey. Yield.

"Take off your mask." He ordered.

"You want to take off these chains?" She asked, as with each wrist chained to the opposite ankle, it would be tricky to take off the mask which was sealed at the back of her neck.

"No." Ultraboy responded simply.

"Fine." She began to wriggle, pulling her hands up, lifting her feet off the grounds. More flexible than any merely human woman, she bent backwards, bringing her feet in contact with her firm ass, thrusting her obscenely dripping cock out. As she wriggled to attempt to find the clasp on her mask, her magnificent breasts danced, drawing his eye and hardening his cock. Only her knees were in contact with the ground and she kept pulling herself forward. It was inevitable that she would overbalance, despite her grace. As she did so, he felt an urge, to catch her, to keep her from falling face, tits and dick first into the dirt, to hold her steady, her mouth and the mouth hole in her mask right next to his cock, her tits dancing against his thighs